graced the lands with the golden sands, it ruined me. what i went through previously only to be mentioned in my eulogy. im using the oldest powers in the book to imagine a hook so mystic its mistook for a shaman in the hills. im writing off bills and rhyming like seals on wheels. wanna write all these feels but get a ghostly chill when i just can't mutter it. i stutter it out in the middle of a drought with piles of doubt weighing down like boats with trout.

i'm leaving this town without a word or any clout. imagine me and pout when the lack of inspiration is pronounced dead at the scene like old rappers with the lean.

creating a machine, when done it goes ding and with a ping of a hammer i'm thrown in the slammer. a mistake that i stammer on and on like an old pawn badly placed and losing the millon dollar race. it's all about race this day and age and i place as much importance on that as i do on sports and the caps. giving em daps regardless of the happenings this captain sees at sea to become filled with glee. surprisingly it's me again.

Let's here you spit that on a beat then.

Cause this is how my friend writes, and he usually falls of the beat or just can't flow in general. Please I'd like to see you rap that on a nice beat.

When that Love Soda parody, first come out. I seriously laughed so god damn hard. It was around the time Chief Keef was starting to get big. So it was absolutely perfect. Still a semi-funny spoof, but then again any spoof of chief keef is probably funny.